Heated questions
We are all longing for something. When we are in control think we are in control, we can cover this with niceties and propriety. “I’m fine. All’s cool. No worries.” When we are honest, we’re prone to act like Coco.
Epilogues: March 2015
OK, winter, we get it: you’re stronger than us. You dang near broke Boston. March came in like a lion and out like a friggin’ manticore. Yes, you’re stronger than us. You’re stronger…but we’re cuter. And scrappier. And we have much, much better musical taste.
Super colossal dispatch
There is so much news exploding at Tabby’s Place today, you’d think it was the Fourth of July. It isn’t. It’s better.
Thin places
The ancient Celts spoke fondly of “thin places.” They weren’t talking about Planet Fitness, your wallet, or the top of Ben Kingsley’s head. Divya knows exactly what they were talking about.
Blazing blues
I thought I knew about the blues. I thought I wasn’t wild about the blues. Now I think I was a dunderhead.
The town with Piddy
It is important, before you read any further, that you know a true fact. Brace yourselves. OK, here goes. It isn’t very pretty what a town without pity can do.
Jersey on her Georgian mind
When Big Things happen, they happen quickly. One morning you’re a paragraph away from finishing the Great American Novel, but it may as well be ten thousand tomes of invisible ink. The next, epiphany hits and you’ve got yourself a magnum opus. One night you’re watching Miami Vice reruns and eating Funyuns in your holey […]
Old enough to begin again
People may have told you that you’re too old to learn the accordion. People may have pooh-poohed your plans to tame an old feral cat. “It’s too late,” people say. “That ship has sailed,” people say. People say a lot of things.
In process
It is a cat’s prerogative to change her mind. Let’s say you’ve swooned for wet food all your days. But one day, you take a look at that glop and say, “by George, this smells like excrement.” It is your right to hate wet food from this moment forward. Maybe you’ve flown into a rage […]
Epilogues: February 2015
It’s over, homies. The worst of winter. The chalky cavalcade of Conversation Hearts. The days without daffodils. And your wait for the cats’ monthly wrap-up.